Environmental biology, what in the world was running through my head!? Did I not recall that in high school my favorite science was pyhsics, followed by chemistry, and lastly was biology? Nevermind that, my first semester I was in Botony and Zoology, botzo as we would call it. My grade in botzo started good, and then kind of took a dive. When the failign grade was all I was getting, I took that into consideration that maybe this was not my calling. Withdrawn from the class, I began to search out my next attempt at life.
As I went in and out of that book of majors and the requirements for each of them, about nothing stood out to me. Mind you, that is not much of an exaggeration. I thought about that pyhsics I loved, but what in the world am I going to do with that. Music was a fine idea, until I realized I am terrified of performing in from of people…alone. I worked at a camp, what about teaching? Oh yeah, boxed in spaces plus pent up camp energy, no way. Now theatre, what a way to be creative! Wait, acting…desgining…managing…remember that fear of performing, scratch that. I love helping people out, human services would be great except one thing; there are too many things I am dealing with, how can I be sane for others? Business, no; marketing, no; chemistry, no; sports stuff, no; there was nothing I thought I could fesibly do, and get decent grades.
Hold on, I am forgeting something aren’t I? There was that theology minor I was goign to do, out of pure interest only. I did not get much out of my youth group growing up and all I wanted to do was find out what was behind this faith I believed in. I thought for a while, maybe my failing botzo was God smacking me over the head with a few huge large F‘s so that I would change my path. It hurt, sure, but maybe something had to be done.
It took many more looks through the book of majors before I decided that maybe, just maybe this was the major for me. Not to mention how easy the switch would be. My at the time advisor was the head of the Theology department, so all the signatures for switching around declaring my major were found in one office. Second semester sophmore year, my degree goal was set. I was to be a Pastoral and Youth Ministry Major, a PYM for my college career, but why? Well…the decision was made easier when I made this very special retreat November 2005, first semester freshman year. My eyes were opened further and I gained a new love.